Unlikely ✓

Fifteen: Always Lock the Door

POV: Nathan Westmore

In the morning I found myself giddy with happiness.  For a moment everything was okay as I felt the warm body press up against my back.

Zen's arm sleepily draped across my waist and though I wouldn't admit it, I was glad he stayed the night.

Everything seemed peaceful as I listened contently to his soft snores and the feeling of his chest rising and falling against me.

That is until I saw my door creak open.  I thought maybe I was still dreaming and I'd wake up and laugh at my paranoia.  My body froze and before I could pretend to be asleep and make up a lie for the situation I panicked.

I didn't care if I woke Zen at this point I pushed him away from me the best I could—which wasn't much as I watched my sister smirk at me.

Wait when did she get here?!

"Oh I didn't mean to interrupt," she winked at me.  "Mom said breakfast is ready—oh and tell your 'friend' he is welcome too."

Before I could say something, anything really, she smiled and shut the door behind her.  I turned over to face Zen who was now awake and as soon as the door shut he started to laugh.

"You really hate me don't you," I muttered to him.

He pulled me closer to him, our noses nearly touching as he pressed his lips to mine simply before smiling.

"Darling, try loathe you entirely."

I rolled my eyes at him.  "Jackass."

Zen's eyes widened as he put a hand on my forehead.  "Did Nathan Westmore just swear?!"

"Would you keep it down," I batted his hand away.  I pushed the covers off and got out of bed.  The longer I took the more ideas Addison was probably coming up with.

Zen followed suit and jumped out of bed.  Not waiting for me he was halfway through the door when I tugged him back into my room and closed the door.

"What do you think you're doing?!" I stammered.  "You're only wearing boxers."

He shrugged.  "I was hot last night so I took the shirt off," he muttered.

"I meant you're not going downstairs half-naked.  I'll get your clothes from the dryer stay here, please."

He sighed then took a seat on the edge of my bed.  "Fine, but if that's the case you might want to throw something on."

I looked down to see myself lacking pants so I walked to my dresser and pulled on a pair of joggers and headed downstairs.

Voices in the kitchen echoed down the hall as I made my way to the laundry room.  Addison and Blake kept my parents attention well but apparently not well enough.

"Nathan, the food is going to get cold—" my mom paused walking over to me.

I had an armful of clothing in my possession, but no, totally normal.

"Did Zen leave?  I saw his car last night when we got home Addison did tell him he could stay right?"

I mentally rolled my eyes.  "Yes, mom.  I'm just getting his clothes because he—spilled something on them last night so I offered to wash them."

Technically it wasn't totally a lie, I didn't have to say the details of what he spilled on them.

"Oh, well hurry but before your dad cleans the kitchen.  You know how he is."

With that, I ran back upstairs to be met with my boyfriend laying on my bed upside down while trying to balance a pillow on his foot.

"I can't believe Ms. Boston picked you to tutor me," I muttered half to myself.